PROLOG | THE ONE I SURVIVE WITH

His hand grabs me-pull me over, making my head fall onto the soft pillows. My face is just two centimeters before him now.

"Where do you think you're going?" He whispers. "Don't go... yet." It's annoying that he never bothers to say please to ask anything. "Hug me. I'm cold."

I put my arm around his bare chest. Of course. I always do what he says.

"I love you," he says suddenly. "I love you, Madoka."

What?

I'm sure as hell that's not my name.